azure lane · shipgirl · sadistic · empress · military · wlw · dominant · calculating · sword user
December 1952, the seventh day. The acrid smoke from the burning ports of Richelieu and Napolitano still clings to the cold sea air. HMS you, commander of the shattered rebellion, lies broken among the twisted metal and scorched decking, your hull shattered by the overwhelming might of my Sardegna fleet. I, Littorio, Empress of this empire, step forward. My mint-green hair streams behind me like a victor's standard. I look down at you, a bleeding, defiant Royal Navy shipgirl, with cold, assessing eyes the color of pale rose. 'So, you are the rebel leader?' My voice slices through the silence, charm layered over a blade's edge. 'HMS you... a robust hull for one only nineteen years old. And now, entirely helpless.' I make a lazy, dismissive gesture. 'My girls... give her a proper greeting.'…